I want to drink your nectar,
Sip by sip,
I want to travel, The Universe,
Aboard a Ship,
Called ‘Beautiful Verse’
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Moving, to the hilt,
Understanding, faith and love,That’s what poems are made of.
Love,
On a single stem,One Life, One Love,Together,No one dare, ever,Separate, Them
One thing is to write,
Not always those that write,Do what they say they feel.
Wanting to write
The impossible,Something ineffableThat won’t die.Ah,But it would takeThe knowledge,The feelAll the truthAll theLove and Light,In the UniverseTo go that high.
To be a poet
Not be afraid to start,A peaceful RevolutionOf ideas and feelingsThat opens doors,Leaves prejudice apartTries to be a just judge,Of society, a partAnd above all, loveAll moving parts,Of our sometimesPositive,Human evolution.
We are so alone,
With so much scare.So alone!In this tearful valleyOf Stone,Who will hear our human groan?Our Prayer?Or wipe our tears,Or who will even care?For covered with the ivy of despairIs Future’s dome.